The stalking cat
27th June 2012
Okay, I don't quite know how to start writing this blog post, but I guess I will just try to describe the weird things that has happened lately. Well, it all started some weeks ago... I had just been at Tesco and bought some groceries for me and Sherlock, you know – he always ends up finishing the milk before I even have tasted it so I always have to go out and buy new one – anyway... Like I said, I had just been at Tesco and I was on my way back home when this weird looking black, cat suddenly were walking after me, mewling and nibbling at my heels. I am not found of animals so I did what I always do... I carefully pushed it away with my foot, but the damn thing kept biting me at my feet and meowing, so I squatted down to push it to the ground so it would learn what I really wanted, but I got stopped by the animal's big, green eyes. Green is a quite weird colour for a cat's eyes, isn't it? - I thought while the animal bit my hand. I cursed out loud and I lost my patience. I took a grip of it's neck and pushed it quite forcefully down on the ground and said:
"Stop this, I don't want to touch you but I did and just stop with this. Stop following me."
The cat just looked at me with its emerald eyes, though it at least released my hand from its sharp teeth. It was weird, because it was like it understood what I said. Anyhow, after my attempt to make it stop hurting me, it wandered off somewhere and I could continue my walk home. When I came home, however, I put the groceries in their places and then I warmed up some tea. Sherlock was out somewhere, he didn't tell me where (as usual). When the tea was done, I sat down on my couch and started reading the newspapers when I suddenly heard something like scratching on the windowsill. I looked to the right and saw that shabby looking cat again. I sighed and left it where it was which was to my dismay. The cat continued with its scratching on the sill until I couldn't take it anymore and let it came in. The cat strutted happily down the sill and into our living room and jumped up on the couch beside me. I stared at it and looked into its emerald eyes, there was something human about them though I couldn't put my finger on what.
"Who are you?" I asked the cat. I asked the cat. The cat just cocked its head to the side and mewled.
"What do you want?" I asked it but it still just looked at me. I sighed and pondered for a while if I should just throw the cat out or let it stay here, I didn't know what Sherlock would think of it and weirdly enough, when I thought of Sherlock he came right into the apartment and right at the second he did, the cat climbed up on my lap and rolled into a soft ball of fur, purring softly. Sherlock went into the living room with his coat swinging after him and with a pleasurable smile playing on his lips.
"Oh what's this? An animal? How nice. Where did you get it? Oh, when you were going home from Tesco it seems. Oh, it's a cat. The name? No name, okay. Do you want to keep it? No, all right. But I want to." he said with one look at me and the cat. I perked my eyebrows, feeling quite exposed and perplexed, as I always do when he deduce things about me and people. (I know you will be reading this Sherlock, but it is the truth! You should learn some manners!) Well anyway, I asked Sherlock:
"Do you want to keep it? Why?" and he just nodded with his head and shot off a smile.
"Well yes, why not? I would love to keep it. I could do some quite interesting things on that animal." he answered with a smug smile and I shook my head.
"I don't want you to make weird experiments on a live animal even though I don't want to have any animals, but I do feel quite protective of this animal ever since you said you want to make experiments on it." I said and put my hand on the cat's now sleeping head. Sherlock smiled though shook his head, clearly disappointed, but with a small jokey-feeling glinting in his eyes.
"I don't like animals and I don't want to keep this cat, but since you're obviously going to make experiments with it, I guess we'll have to keep it though I will protect it from you." I repeated myself, with a smile on my lips.
"I see what you mean John, I will not make an experiment out of this kitten, all right? We will see what we will do with it. Right now, I will just observe it for the time being. We should go and buy some food for it though and a bed maybe." Sherlock replied and I nodded.
"Sure, but you will have to take care of it. I don't like animals whatsoever and I don't want to have anything to do with this cat." I said and Sherlock just stared at me for a moment before kneeling before me and taking the cat to his arms. The cat opened its weird looking eyes for a moment before closing them again, sleeping contently in Sherlock's arms, I noticed.
"Wow, you are so mean to this cat John. What did the cat ever do to you, John? Why are you so mean John? This cat is innocent John!" Sherlock blabbered with his usual snotty voice and his usual flailing with his arms. (Yes Sherlock, you do this quite often) The cat woke up once again and jumped out of Sherlock's laps, up onto mine again. I sighed deeply at the sight of the shabby cat and shook my head. I didn't want to take care of this animal.
"It seems like he likes you. Let's name him something." Sherlock prompted and I thought, sure why not. We juggled names, from Harry to Stitch and what we didn't know what that this cat, in fact, already had a name and we didn't know what was in for us...
Wow this ended quite dramatic, though dear readers, I will continue with this blog post tomorrow. It's getting quite late. See you later guys.